Annihilation.
Utter and complete.
No spot left un-touched.
And yet, I am alive.

It rained.
And it didn't just rain.
It poured.
I thought I would enjoy it with a 50 foot walk across the road.
Ignorant little Seattlite. As if I know anything about rain.
Two seconds and I was drenched. No, soaked. No, freshly showered head-coach style, NFL-two-minutes-til-it's-over-and-they're-up-by-13-style.
Gatorade anyone?

Anywho. Enough of that.

Today is Monday. I was up at 6:30 (yes, that's your 3:30 am!) and here at the hotel helping Dad get ready for his meeting with government about his development project. Please pray.

More prayer. Always prayer. Oh what peace we often forfeit. Oh what needless pain we bear. All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.

Well, I am remixing some CDs and helping Dad with his meeting, so off I go - little semi-productive, Caribbean me.

As far as hurricane issues: this was sent to me this morning:

This from Accuweather this morning about your hurricane:
...the storm was downgraded due to its encounter with some stronger winds aloft...
What could have sent those "stronger winds" from "aloft"? How about answered prayer? We face things like these with a sense of thrill, as the Lord causes His people to be protected.